I am a burden.
I am so self centered that the center within myself is filled with hate for nothing other than me.
I am a burden.
I seek for pity and fall at the mercy of anyone willing to hear my pleas of emotion.
I am a burden.
I am so depressed and worried about being depressed that I don't see the good that I was somehow able to clutch onto.
I am a burden.
I fall in love so quickly that I turn my beloved into yet another fallen victim of my clingy ways and destroy a great relationship.
I am a burden.
I worry people when they shouldn't have to be worried about me and I act as if it were nothing when I'm dying inside.
I am a burden.
I am so afraid of trusting someone that I let them spill their hearts out to me and they receive no truth in return.
I am a burden.
The reader of this is probably worried now too, don't. I am an over dramatic piece of shit who can't keep her damn mouth shut about her problems. You know why?
Because:
I am a burden.
I apologize now for those who I have let fall into my trap, I swear I do care I just let myself get in the way because I can't help but realize that I am a burden.
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Depression Is My Kryptonite
PoetryA jumble of extremely depressing poems written by me. And ramblings that feature mood swings every other second. Oh well.
